Blood the foul stench of rust danced free across the skies. Under the intense currents of air causing eddies with that stench of putrefaction millions and millions of corpses scattered on the ground, forming a flimsy tapestry of death in their path, beyond the horizon the sky itself seemed to be dead, without life to embellish. With its delicate and soft touches, the beautiful golden color became an intense scarlet, full of infinite black staining all the splendor, just a sample that at the end of the battle there was nothing left but death.
As a continuous pre-dilution of bad luck, large black clouds formed in the sky, bringing with it the crackling sound of thunder, little by little small, but constant raindrops began to be drawn throughout the battlefield, within that lifeless wasteland the only sound was the thunder in the sky.
Under their song, suddenly a corpse began to move, a slight continuous automated movement, a small external force that applied its force from below. In the slight desperate struggle, finally, a corpse fell from the great hall of the dead bringing with it several more, from the released hole an arm stretched towards the sky could be seen, trying to grab something.
After being able to get out, the figure of a person could be seen battling on top of the hill of the dead, fighting against everything not to fall into the darkness, he managed to get on his knees. Stained with blood, his whole body full of deadly wounds and dirt accompanied by the intense panting of his mouth as if trying to get enough clean Oxygen into his system, his eyes were opening and closing forcefully the vision in them remained blurry, and he could barely make out their hands in front of him, he didn't feel strong in his body raising his hands was the limit right now for him.
His mind-body and soul were a mess. As a mercilessly flowing rushing river seemed about to crumble with the lightest of touches, it was indescribably intoxicating just trying to even organize his memories of him. Clenching his teeth, he tried to force himself to get up, but the only thing he achieved was that his body lost what little balance it had, falling to the side and rolling down the pile of corpses.
With a loud thud, he fell to the wet floor. The rain had become much more intense, just now he had barely realized that it was raining on him, forcing himself to calm down he felt as if a force forced him to close his eyes, under the intense torrent of water his eyelids lost strength until he was unconscious again.
'W-where am I.'
(Gasps) 'B-because I...'
Pain, the first thing his body felt was an intense pain that ran through his entire body, as if his limbs were ripped from his body countless times, if he had to choose I would say that beyond the body pain, right now what he felt the strongest it was the headache, he felt disoriented a strong sound vibrated in his eardrums, the horrible stench that entered through his nostrils little by little his eyelids resumed movement did not help.
Before his eyes, the first thing that appeared was the sky, the calm blue color painted clouds that he remembered were painted a black with flashes of lightning in it, the rain was lowering its ca dent rhythm at times, when the pain calmed down enough he could reorganize your thoughts. In this kind of situation, he would be so scared that he might convulse, but honestly, right now his body ached so much that he didn't have time to worry about details.
He didn't know it at the time, but for him to ask to live after using the cosmic force of the 5 primordial spirits and not die right away was unheard of.
But he didn't know it himself, so he continued lying on the ground until some strength finally returned to his body, he slowly managed to stand up once he was able to stand up he realized that his body was about to collapse, no I could more than curse internally I needed to get out of this place regardless of everything else.
Just like that, in the endless sea of bodies, a figure could be seen walking slowly across the site, dragging its legs with the last of its strength.
He couldn't see where he was going, not that he even cared. He could not think or reason beyond the faint thought of moving forward, his body shuddered at the strong sensation of numbness, when trying to put his eyes on the road the only vision more than 2 meters in front of him was distorted.
He simply continued, stepping into the thick darkness his staggering figure disappeared from the battlefield.
As he continued to walk, induced memories crashed into his mind as he tried to move through the sea of flashing images he was forced to remember.
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"Roar!"
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
On a platform, yeah hundreds of people gathered, shouting and cheering. There were dozens of cars around the crowd. Most of them were super sports cars. The most striking place was the two cars that were about to leave. One was the most expensive bright red Ferrari 488, costing over four million, while the other was the cheapest Ford Mustang, costing five hundred thousand. The two cars side by side formed a stark contrast.
This was a matchup between the Salvatore Family's new Young Master, Alejandro Von Salvatore, and one of the first four Young Masters, Van Helsing Family Alexei Van Helsing.
Alexei leaned against his car. His clothes were scruffy, and his hair was long. When he lowered his head, his eyes were covered with his bangs. No one could see his closed eyes, and because of the cut on the lower half of his face, they could still see the average appearance that distinguished him from all of his family.
As for Alexander, he was surrounded by the people on the right side as if he was surrounded by stars. His expression made him look like he was saying the whole world was under his feet.
"Let's go see the ever-powerful Master Alexei."
Alejandro waved his hand and led the way with a cold smile.
"Young Master Alexei?"
Walking towards him, Alexander saw that Alexei did not react, so he asked in a strange tone: "What is it? Are you asleep? Young master Alexei, previously unbearably arrogant, is now in such a desperate situation. Tsk tsk, the competition is about to start, why are you still pretending?"
The moment he opened his mouth, the lackeys beside him who wanted to show off his worth interjected:
"With his current looks, I think he's a poor beggar!"
"No, I don't think he's as good as someone who begs for food. He could be living off pig food."
"..."
A burst of jeers and curses finally met Alexei's reaction.
The moment he opened his eyes, there was a blank look on his face. Seeing the actions of the people in front of him, his eyes focused, which were filled with a look of contempt for the world.
"Ants dare to bark in front of me?"
Alexei suddenly burst out with such strange words.
The entire audience fell silent for a moment, but the next moment, derisive laughter filled the air.
"Alexei I think you're fucking crazy!"
"I'm afraid he's more than that, most likely he's gone dumb."
"…"
Everyone started to mock him again, but when Alexei saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned.
"Isn't this when he was competing against Alejandro in the big mountains in 2009?"
"Because I am here?"
"Isn't he about to die? After having used all the combined power of the Uranfänglich spirits to wipe out the parasite king along with his horde?"
"Could it be…? I'm back?… That's… No… Am I reliving the moment somehow?"
Alexei's eyes shone with a trace of surprise. He could swear that just a few seconds ago he was in his last moments, and he suddenly woke up here, in his memories, it was exactly five years ago, that the Van Helsing Family was one of the eight great families. Alexei's father was the patriarch at the time, so he feared neither the heavens nor the earth. However, when his family traveled by plane, they had a plane crashed midway.
His parents and his sister died.
His second uncle was named owner, but it did not prevent the Van Helsing family from falling. Alexei had taken a big hit and thought his family was being killed, so he started to investigate his second uncle who always hated his father but after being found out coupled with the fact that Alexei had offended many people before, he was expelled from the Van Helsing family.
Five years had already passed, and he was not willing to give up, so he wanted to investigate this matter thoroughly. His days were difficult, but he persisted to the point where the mountain incident occurred.
He remembered that back then when he was driving up the big mountain, he had an accident in which he had suffered serious injuries losing both arms. He had been at the bottom of his life for five years before jumping off a cliff and ending his suffering, but what he didn't expect, was to transmigrate to yet another world by accident.
Thinking that he would have a chance to live again, he enjoyed everything he could. He seemed to have everything perfect, the world was similar to which he used to live only humans with nothing more special unfortunately as was customary for him, fate had another blow prepared for him, with the invasion coming from space everything went to hell again.
Losing everything again.
Watching his family get slaughtered.
His little sister was devoured before his eyes.
Right after he had promised her or be his hero.
And as he lay under the rubble, something inside him fractured.
Destiny.
It was always fate.
Like chains that controlled his life at his will. He didn't like it, he didn't want to feel it anymore, the gods, the entities that enjoy these things, every one of them.
He will kill them.
It was at that moment, as he slowly died in a pool of mixed blood that even imperceptible to him, everything around him seemed to stop. Slowly but steadily, like a damaged video, reality itself was rewritten.
Nothing less than by the sheer will of a child.
And for the first time in his history, fate was threatened.
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The world around him began to spin. As suddenly as he arrived, the vision from the past of him faded as he stared straight ahead he was greeted by the entrance to a set of connected caverns, he had no idea where he was, but he didn't even care anymore. He was dying he could feel it, and now he just wanted a place to lie down, so he could finally rest in peace.
(Drip)... (Drip)
Inside a large cavern, the figure vanished, ending its desperate journey.
Finally, his body stopped, perhaps unable to move forward, he suspended his motor functions no matter how hard he tried to feel his body, he couldn't do anything. What's more, he didn't even know where he was supposed to make his eternal resting place, he just hoped he wouldn't be devoured by something after he died.
On a flat surface, he dropped his battered body like a marionette's strings were cut, and he collapsed immediately. The lids on his eyes began to close he knew it, he was about to die he could not help but smile wryly as he lived two lives and had such bad luck in both. He couldn't help but inwardly curse the fate that had finally destroyed it that gave him great relief as his eyes finally lost their sparkle.
Location, unknown 00:00 hours????.
Pain, something he was very familiar with lately, was the only thought on his mind at the moment. It was so intense that it provoked the need to avoid it, he doesn't know how long it took, but the intensity began to wane.
Bringing her hands to his face, she tried to open her eyes.
The blurred landscape was the first thing to greet him. He tried to calm his rapid heart rate by breathing calmly, he didn't know why, but he didn't feel the previous injuries it seemed that none of the above had happened.
If it weren't for the fact that he lived it himself in person. He wouldn't believe there was anything to restore his health, it wasn't like there were many things stronger than the Uranfänglich Spirits.
'Hey?.'
Wait for a second as he is alive after superheating the power of the spirits. More importantly, his mind again ran through a line of memories, all of which seemed too familiar for him to forget.
A tragedy as a child, promising Eternal Vengeance, participating in genetic experiments, and ultimately becoming the leader of the protectors.
Trying to calm down.
When he finally cleared his vision.
A white environment with beautiful gold trim was parked in front of him.
If he had to guess he would say it is a Palace. The question is to whom or to what does the Palace belong, to begin with, what the hell happened?
As a term in a place like being at the gates of death. The most obvious answer is that he is dead, so is this heaven?
*Rumble*
Out of nowhere, a slight tremor was felt on the site. And before he knew it how he was already inside the Palace standing in front of yet another majestic golden throne, where an elderly old man enjoyed a cup of tea.
It took his mind a few seconds to process this image. While instinctively his body tried to enter morphosis forgetting that the Morphers no longer reacted.
"Don't worry, my son, there is no danger in this place." The strange, but the magnetic voice of the old man was heard throughout the point, it was similar to thousands of voices together but at the same time none.
Something extremely strange.
Deciding to play it safe, he reassured himself quickly understood this old man. In front of him is still a very different level from the parasite king and the protectors, if someone wanted him dead they would already be dead before realizing how he died.
Accommodating his thoughts she decided to be respectful.
"Greetings, sir, sorry for the outburst, but I was very surprised at one moment I was about to die, but the next I'm in this place, I guess you have something to do with this.?"
Being a light potentiate gave him the ability to sense the true presence of people. Someone will always be bad no matter how much he tries to hide it, especially if he belongs to the horde and this old man for some reason doesn't seem to have bad intentions towards him.
"Indeed, I brought you here and healed you before you drew your last breath." He answered.
"May I know why?"
A smile formed on his old face.
"Of course!." She replied and then took the floor again.
"After all, I can't just stand by and let the first champion this universe has ever given die on the day of his birth."
"Hey?."
Champion? What is that supposed to mean? Throughout his life, he has had different names, demon, monster, humanity's last hope, and the punisher.
But no one had ever called him a champion.
"You want to know that he is a champion right?." asked the old man with amusement.
He just nodded.
"Well, a champion is one who never loses. A one-of-a-kind existence, beyond the over gods, protectors of the universe and multiverse, the parasite king was more than just a son king, he was an Overlord. They are the biggest threat there is, I think you'll know why yourself."
By this point, Nathan was already understanding what was happening. He wasn't an idiot right away he felt the change in his body, he felt like another person, but he calmed the panic inside him and responded.
"I understand, so I became a champion by killing him?"
"If it was one of the reasons, to become a champion you have to save entire worlds and universes as well as kill the Overlord that caused the destruction."
Shit, we were lucky to have the Uranfänglich Spirits on the light side, without them, we would be no different from sandwiches in that bastard's eyes.
Looking down, he saw his hands and half of his body. He didn't need to see more to know that somehow in his journey of revenge he had become more than just Nathan Lincoln the protector.
Calming himself down again he decided to ask the important question.
"And what will happen now?"
"Now? It's time to give you your reward, I'm completely sure of what you're going to ask for so after this talk I'll let you see them for a moment."
The words caught in his throat. He could feel the strong feeling of sadness leave his body, the only thing he wanted and has always wanted is to return to his family, that's all he wants.
The tragic story that he lived, not only in this world but also in the first. It drove him into a spiral of madness from which he was almost done with his soul forever.
"You are strange, without a doubt, my son, you have the opportunity to make any wish, but the only thing you ask for is your family."
"There is nothing strange, for me family will always be the most important thing." He looked up and could see the old man smiling brightly like a proud grandfather.
"Well, well, since the first one is decided let's continue, I know you want to revive them, but that would be wasting a golden opportunity, because you as a champion will eventually be able to revive them without problems, so as a second gift I will leave you the power that you achieved in that battle the 5 Uranfänglich Spirits functioned in only one, if you use that power well you will be able to do unimaginable things." He explained himself as he stroked his beard and then spoke again.
"At the end as a champion you will eventually have to travel to other worlds, and since you are somewhat antisocial you need friends or life partners who can give you happiness, that's why the third reward was decided by someone special to you, I'm sure you'll understand when you see them, but believe me you will like this old man he assures you". To end the strange image, the old man smiled winking as he raised his thumb.
Nathan, on the other hand, had received
a hard knock.
He wasn't antisocial because you want to know. In the world he lived in if you are not handsome and rich you will have no friends and no life, how could an average person be able to achieve anything.
And the second, he practically lived to get revenge. The romance was the furthest thing from his priorities right now, so he didn't even think about it.
I guess he's right, even though he wants to revive them as soon as possible. It is better to wait now that everything is different, it is better to have a place ready and secured.
They are his parents after all.
As for the powers, he was never interested in having more, Nathan as a protector was already among the strongest in the universe and now with the 5 in one, he alone cannot imagine the level he could reach.
"I understand, and I appreciate these gifts and I promise to use them well."
A laugh escaped the old man.
"Don't worry, don't worry I trusted you, well now it's time to end our meeting, by the way since you're going to be reborn you'll have to work hard after all being a baby isn't as great as they say hahaha."
"Hey..."
"See ya boy, enjoy your new life"
"Wait..."
*Snap.*
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Note: The story of how he became the protector and the events of the invasion. They will be known as the plot progresses if it progresses clearly since it is my first time writing this type of plot.